The Cultivation Road of the Heartthrob Cub

When Qing Huan slowly opened her eyes, she found that there was only a deep hole one step in front of her, and the little monk who was opposite had disappeared.

He didn't bother to check his cultivation, so he bent down and looked down.

Sure enough, the little monk was in the deep cave.

He was in a meditation posture, guarding the center of the array net, with his eyes closed, his hands clasped together, his body was not moving, but his body was turning at a uniform speed.

Every time it turns to a special angle, it will coincide with the sealed blood spring swelling up with a "bang bang".

The little monk with his eyes closed didn't even look at it, so he cast a lotus flower seal to strengthen the formation for a short time, and it went round and round.

Qing Huan looked at the little monk's posture of sitting in meditation and turning in circles. Even though he knew that he was proving the truth with his own body, and even saving the world, he still couldn't help but want to laugh...

Because the meditation posture chosen by the little monk is a posture similar to "crossing one's legs".

It's not sitting on a futon with your legs crossed, but the kind of sitting on a high stool with your legs crossed.

However, there is no high stool under this little monk...

Qing Huan knows that there are many meditation postures, the most common ones include leaning, crossed lotus, crossed feet, etc.

But Qing Huan, who has learned a lot of theoretical knowledge, this is the first time she has seen a posture other than sitting cross-legged.

Besides, no matter it was the shaping of the three views in the previous life, or the cultivation of etiquette in this life, he was not allowed to make this kind of posture.

This is the first time in my life that I saw Erlang crossing his legs + turning around without a stool, so I couldn't help laughing.

But after a short while of laughing, he realized that this kind of behavior is quite embarrassing. After all, people are going to be martyred, so it's too inhumane for him to still laugh!

I spurned my own joy in my heart, and after a leap, I also fell into the deep hole, but it was only at the edge of the blood spring.

Yuan Hui, who kept her eyes closed all the time, seemed to know that he was coming down, opened her eyes, maintained the posture of clasping her hands together, and saluted in the direction of Qing Huan.

"Benefactor, it's better to go back as soon as possible. With poor monks here to suppress evil spirits, there will be no mistakes in the short term."

"Just one more unfeeling request, I hope the benefactor can fulfill it."

Looking at Yuan Hui who gave one salute after another, Qing Huan waved her hands helplessly and said:

"It should be, because of you, I settled down here and saw my way clearly, so I naturally inherited your karma."

"What's the matter, just say it straight, don't be polite and salute, what can be done will be done for you."

"I'm a disciple of Bajing Palace, you should rest assured, right?"

Yuan Hui: ...

If you don't mention the Bajing Palace, I believe it all. When you mention the Bajing Palace, you will immediately trust me with a [-]% discount, okay?

After all, this is the Bajing Palace.

A sect that is so ruthless that it even deceives itself is still the kind with a clear conscience and no regrets...

Although she thought a lot in her heart, Yuan Hui still showed a trusting attitude, wrapped the ashes and relics in the bag with spiritual power, and handed them to Qing Huan.

"I also hope that the benefactor will send the ashes and relics of the ancestors back to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. The poor monk is very grateful."

Seeing Yuan Hui's appearance of explaining the funeral, Qing Huan frowned and didn't take those things.

He stood there for a while, and Yuan Hui didn't bother him.

"Well, is preaching important to you?"

Yuan Hui didn't expect him to ask such a question after being silent for a long time, but this question, Yuan Hui thought about it for a while and nodded.

Seeing this, Qing Huan asked again:

"There are many ways to prove the Tao, and you don't have to use your life. If there is another way, would you consider it?"

Hearing this, Yuan Hui was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded heavily. Who doesn't want to live? Thinking about the tens of hundreds of relics, one knows how many lives have been filled here...

Qing Huan looked into Yuan Hui's eyes seriously and said: "You have to think about it, after all, the opportunity to prove the Tao is hard to find, if you want to meet again, it will definitely not be easy."

Yuan Hui clasped his hands together and bowed eleven times: "Proving the Tao is really important, but if countless lives are to be filled after me, then this is not the way to prove the Tao, but a demonic obstacle."

"If the benefactor has other methods, I hope you can teach me."

Qing Huan let out a "huh", first pushed back the little monk's belongings, and then threw something into his arms.

The little monk sitting in meditation on the bubbling blood spring stared blankly at the huge golden lotus in his arms.

You don't need to count it carefully, you can know that the lotus has twelve petals, which is a perfect number. The lotus petals are not only filled with the light of shining merit, but also gather a purple auspicious aura.

Yuan Hui held the huge lotus with trembling hands, his face was illuminated by the golden light like a golden arhat.

A person in the realm of comprehension must have a lot of luck to condense merit into a solid body. Seeing such a solid and huge golden lotus, how can he not be surprised.

But after being surprised, he was at a loss, "Junior brother, is this Jinlian?"

Qing Huan heard this intimate call of "junior brother", and desperately swiped a line of barrage in her heart, "Qing Huan of the Long family has no destiny with Buddha!"

"Hold it first, how do you feel?"

Hearing this, Yuan Hui recovered from the shock of seeing the virtuous golden lotus. He closed his eyes and sensed the fluctuation of the body/underground formation.

But after a while, he said with bright eyes: "It works! The agitation of this blood spring is obviously weakening!"

"only……"

Qing Huan knew what he was hesitating for, it was nothing more than that as time went by, the golden light of meritorious virtues of golden lotus would gradually weaken, and the blood spring would re-condense.

After all, this blood spring is the birthplace of evil energy, as long as the suppressor weakens, it can slowly recover.

Qing Huan waved her hand and asked Yuan Hui to come down from the formation.

Yuan Hui controlled Jin Lianfu at the core of the formation, while he walked to Qing Huan's side step by step.

After that, Yuan Hui saw a scene that he will never forget.

The young man with a calm face stretched out a jade-white hand, and a golden lotus appeared out of thin air in the palm of his hand. As if he didn't care, he gently threw it over the formation.

One after the other, finally there are golden lotuses everywhere on the blood spring...

The corner of Yuan Hui's mouth twitched, is the golden lotus of merit worthless?

After a long time, he saw the magical effect of this legendary thing.

The heart-like beating of the gurgling blood fountain gradually weakened until it stopped.

After leaving Qing Huan's hands, dozens of hundreds of golden lotuses became intangible and real, as if they had passed through the impenetrable formation and floated on the blood spring.

Like a small lotus lamp...

The white mist came densely, slowly covering the blood spring, the golden lotus appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the auspicious purple light broke away from the lotus heart and mixed into the white mist.

For some reason, the blood spring that had stopped flowing suddenly appeared in a state of boiling.

In this "boiling" blood spring, the golden lotus of merit is like a small boat about to capsize, resisting with difficulty.

Just when Qing Huan was worried about this, a burst of coolness poured into his eyes again, and his vision changed again.

He saw the golden lotus with an unstable surface, but it quickly grew roots in the blood spring, and even produced white lotus roots without mud!

Not only that, the roots of many golden lotuses are entangled in the blood spring, like comrades in arms fighting against the enemy together.

After a few more breaths, Yuan Hui saw green stems emerging from the blood spring, and finally unfolded into large lotus leaves...

When the lotus pod gradually took shape, the purple auspicious air penetrated into it, leaving only a thin white mist.

The blood spring, which was originally the beginning of the evil spirit, turned translucent pink at this time, and there were golden lotuses and lotus leaf pods floating in it.

Actually, the most holy lotus bloomed in the filthy land!

The only fly in the ointment is that the formation still covers all the beautiful scenery like a big net, but the existence of the formation also proves that this place has not been completely purified...

And the golden lotus that has taken root is no longer a rootless flower, born here, as long as no one picks it wantonly, it can slowly get rid of the remaining evil spirits.

In this way, Qing Huan and Yuan Hui can leave with peace of mind.

When leaving here, Qing Huan saw several vermilion fruits beside the blood spring, and picked them all.

In his mind, the plants that could feed on the blood spring were probably not very good, so he simply cut the weeds and exterminated them.

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Seeing the Buddhist treasure that the little monk took out—Suiye Shuo, Qing Huan finally understood how Yuan Hui came here.

Suiyeshuo, a Buddha treasure with the function of traveling through time and space, as the name suggests, can locate karma.

It is estimated that this little monk located the "karma" of Xuequan and shuttled here.

Fortunately, with this Buddha treasure, it would be much easier for the two of them to get out of this space.

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Qing Huan, who had just left that weird space, had just stood firm when the golden lotus that fell from the sky fell all over her body.

Yuan Hui, who walked out together beside Qing Huan, looked at the palm-sized golden lotus in her right hand, gritted her teeth, turned around and left without saying hello.

Qing Huan, who was tightly surrounded by virtuous golden lotuses, seemed to hear the little monk who had gone far away muttering something, the little monk's six sense organs are not clean, or something like that.

But he doesn't care, after all, he is super happy now!

Father God is awesome!

It seems to use actions to illustrate: cub, you are awesome!No matter how much you spent, Dad will help you make up for it, and the extra is all pocket money...

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in a dream.

Qing Huan stood beside the powder spring in the mountain, looking at the innocence who had removed most of her robes.

His obscene clothes are loose, and the front of his chest is open like a big v-neck, revealing a seductive muscle outline, and his lower body is soaked in the powder spring.

This is like the unpurified color of the blood spring, and the people in the pool reflected here have a little more color/gas.

He just looked straight at Qing Huan in this posture, his eyes were deep and restrained.

It seems to be saying, do you want to open the skirt for me?Do you want to come over?Do you want to try it?

I'll wait for you right here, don't move, just wait for you to come, let you do whatever you want.

Qing Huan watched intently, but her raised hand stayed in the air, not knowing whether to touch someone far away or to cover her nose.

In his impression, Wu Gui always smiles shyly, although he seldom speaks, he always takes actions to care for himself.

Maybe because of his background, he might be a little extreme, but most of the time, Wuzui is always restrained and shy.

But Qing Huan has never seen such innocence, abstinence and temptation, straightforward and bold.

Accompanied by the rapid heartbeat of "咚咚咚", Qing Huan woke up from the dream without opening her eyes, as if she was still immersed in the beauty that was about to move.

The next moment, the tip of the nose twitched, and it was spicy and fragrant skewers.

Thinking of something, Qing Huan gritted her teeth, since she decided to gnaw the grass by the side of the nest, let's act!

Qing Huan, who had figured it out, fell asleep again, but unexpectedly had another dream.

The innocence in the dream is still in the original position, and still maintains that movement, but the original deep eyes have become very strange.

After seeing Qing Huan, he said in a sad and long voice, "You're back..."

Qing Huan: ...

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